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December 10, 2004
I'm confused.
Gus plays with his ears ALL the time. I thought he was having ear infections, but the doctor most often (except once) said the ears were fine. So this time, when he was tugging on his ears, I thought, how sweet, it's comforting to him because I play with his ears when he's nursing.
Am I delusional?
Gus had his one-year check up today.
He has an ear infection.
Now, how can I decipher this in the future?
I could:
a) wait for his language skills to improve, at which point Gus will say something like, "Mummy, I believe there might be some fluid and pus building up. Perhaps it's time to go to the doctor."
b) teach him the sign for 'pain' or 'hurt' and try to associate it appropriately, hoping he doesn't sign 'hurt' every time I try to feed him carrots.
c) STOP being delusional and sentimental and take him to the doctor!
Argh.
The good thing is, he's still a pretty happy guy, doesn't really complain much. In fact, he slept through the night last night for the first time in maybe a couple of weeks. We've started a new evening routine that seems to be working. Pajamas, then playtime. Then brushing teeth (when we say 'brush your teeth', he does his version of the sign by 'plucking' his lips). Then book time. Sometimes we read a book more than once. Then we say, "It's time for rest." Everytime I say that he does squawk a bit, but then while saying goodnight to Zeppo, Papa and the room, he puts his head on my shoulder and is ready to go.
Wait, I forgot to mention his stats...
22 lbs (50th percentile)
30 1/4 inches (75th percentile)
This explains why Gus is wearing 18 month clothing and why it fits him perfectly now.
He had a chicken pox vaccination (who knew? apparently doesn't prevent it, just lessens its impact), and his iron tested. The doc asked if I had had chicken pox as a child... the memories flooded back.
Seventh grade, math class, I sat behind Dave Wulff. He was gone for a week with chicken pox. I had it the following week. Mom put a sheet on the couch, put some kind of baking soda concoction on my sores, and left me to sleep in the dried powder that fell from my body. Thanks, Mom. (tee hee)
Posted by janna at December 10, 2004 05:28 PM